Morning
At seven AM,
I’m out of the door,
Sometimes later,
But often before.
A ten minute stroll,
Less than a mile,
Strangers I pass,
With a nod and a smile.
Few return ‘em,
And most just look glum,
I’m jolly and brisk,
They’re still sleep numb.
It’s a small bonus,
Of working nights,
To go home at dawning,
And see morning sights.
I’m out of the door,
Sometimes later,
But often before.
A ten minute stroll,
Less than a mile,
Strangers I pass,
With a nod and a smile.
Few return ‘em,
And most just look glum,
I’m jolly and brisk,
They’re still sleep numb.
It’s a small bonus,
Of working nights,
To go home at dawning,
And see morning sights.
10 comments:
Cute. It sounds cheerful, too, cuz of the short lines that rhyme.
The silver lining...:)
I like the 'go home at dawning' line and the poem's overall breeziness.
And I just thought I'd drop by to say thanks for all your comments - I do appreciate them.
I liked the wax moment. I thought it was lovely...and the group of three.
verry nice. I enjoyed walking through the poem.
its funny how you have a different head on when you are ending and they are starting. if that makes sense. one definitely sees the world differently, though in the past, for me, it has been when i have been floating home after too big a night.
I actually work days, but sometimes get up before sunrise to go to the gym. When I'm cheery and awake post-exercise, this is exactly how I feel. I even think your poem is a perfect meter for the bounce in my step!
fun...the rhythm of the words mimics walking.
How cheery and happy. I'd be smiling right back at you.
how much of life, I miss, my still sleeping.
great poem!
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